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Every so often, someone asks the age‑old question: “Can girls and boys actually be just friends?” And every time, I want to hand them my life like a PowerPoint presentation and say, “Exhibit A through Z: Yes. Obviously. Next question.” Because the proof is in the pudding — and in my case, the pudding is a 20‑year friendship with my buddy Andy. No blurred lines, no weirdness, no secret pining. Just two humans who genuinely enjoy each other’s company and occasionally roast each

Who would have thought lawyers would find an untapped market in silver splitters? If you’re wondering what that means, it’s another phrase for gray divorce—a term coined by Dr. Susan L. Brown and Dr. I-Fen Lin in 2012 to describe marriages that end after the age of 50. The numbers tell the story: according to the U.S. Census Bureau, divorce rates among people over 50 have roughly doubled since 1990. While divorce rates in other age groups have stayed stable or even declined,

You are not everyone’s cup of tea—and honestly, do you even want to be? Tea is lovely, sure, but so is champagne, and nobody’s out here trying to pour that into every mug in the break room. When you’re young, you chase approval like it’s a limited-edition lip gloss. You want to fit in, blend in, smooth out your edges so no one gets poked. But the older you get, the more you realize that being universally liked is… suspicious. If everyone likes you, you’re probably people-plea

This year was our first blended Christmas — my 24‑year‑old daughter, his 17‑year‑old daughter, and the two of us trying to create something that felt like home for everyone. We’d already survived (and shockingly, thrived ) through a blended Thanksgiving, so I went into Christmas feeling optimistic. I told myself I’d embrace the change, release expectations, and focus on connection. My only real goal was simple: I wanted everyone to feel loved and like they belonged. And I’m n

Holiday Fatigue The holidays are supposed to be filled with wonder and magic. But just like Oz behind the curtain, it’s usually the women frantically pulling levers, juggling lists, and whisper‑yelling “DON’T TOUCH THAT YET” while everyone else marvels at the Christmas sparkle. What’s meant to be a relaxing season can feel more like an endurance sport — minus the medal. Why does holiday fatigue happen? Because the moment December hits (and for some people the day after Thank

After raising my child as a single parent, she suggested that I start dating. I think she was worried about leaving me alone when she went away to school. I gave it some thought and eventually dipped my toe into the dating pool. It was nerve‑racking, but also liberating to date in my 50s+. Of course, I wanted to make a good impression, but I didn’t feel pressure—I was fine with or without a man in my life. In my younger years, I might have played games or held back my true se

Poor little Thanksgiving often gets overshadowed by the glitter and excitement of Christmas. But let’s pause and give it the love it deserves. For my family, Thanksgiving was always a big deal—especially for my dad. It was his favorite holiday. And my mom, who will readily tell you she’s not the best cook in the world, somehow makes the best Thanksgiving meal. Her turkey slow-cooked in a roaster on the stove, and her stuffing? Out of this world. But times change. My dad is no

About Amy Amy is the creator of   Friends Over 50 , a lifestyle blog for women navigating the second half of life with curiosity, confidence, and connection. Through stories, practical advice, and tech made simple, she helps women over 50 embrace reinvention, rediscover their strengths, and make everyday life a little easier and a lot more joyful. 🎉 Meet Amy D: Our Newest Chaos-Kicker! From the heart of Chicago—where deep-dish pizza reigns and the Bulls made basketball histo

A lot of people have stopped sending Christmas cards, but I still love to send them—and I absolutely love to receive them. I save every one. Over the years, they’ve become a sentimental archive: snapshots of growing children, evolving families, and friendships that have stood the test of time. Each card is a little hello from someone I love, and every December, I find myself flipping through past years, smiling at the memories. This is the time of year when I start gathering

As Thanksgiving draws near, many of us instinctively begin to reflect. Some hearts are full—overflowing with joy, milestones, and moments worth celebrating. But others may be quietly aching, wondering what there is to be thankful for after a year that felt more like survival than celebration. Here’s the truth: gratitude doesn’t always come wrapped in grand gestures or perfect outcomes. Sometimes, it’s tucked into the smallest, most ordinary moments—the ones we used to overloo

There are 46 days until Christmas, and already the great decorating debate has begun. My friends and fabulously festive co-workers, Alexis Raye and Heather, say it’s never too early. Their Christmas trees have been up for a week, and I must admit—they look lovely. Their sparkle has nudged me into a celebratory mood. But I’ve always subscribed to the idea that Thanksgiving deserves its moment. The turkey, the gratitude, the chaos of mismatched Tupperware lids. Only when the pl

One of the things I love most about where I work is the age gap. When I first joined the office—20 years ago this past September—I didn’t even notice it. Back then, I was considered the baby of the group. And somehow, it felt like we were all the same age. We celebrated baby showers, wedding showers, and eventually, retirement parties. It wasn’t until later that I realized: in my 30s, I had friends in their early 20s and friends nearing retirement. Now, in my 50s, that beauti

I’ve said good-bye to my daughter as she stepped into her college journey, her eyes bright with promise while mine brimmed with tears and quiet ache. I’ve held my father’s hand as he took his final breath, whispering love into the silence. I’ve waved to friends and colleagues as they retired, relocated, or simply drifted into new chapters. Each farewell has left its own distinct imprint—some etched in sorrow, others in deep gratitude. And yet, I’ve begun to wonder: is there a

I was a single parent for decades. After a troubling divorce from a man who washed his hands of his family, I found myself raising my daughter alone. But we were not to be pitied. I embraced single motherhood with open arms and a full heart. Her childhood would be fleeting, and I knew it—so I chose to be present. Fully. Fiercely. I soaked up every moment I could, building a life that was rich in love, laughter, and resilience. Sure, I might have gone on a date here or there,

When my dad was alive, Sundays had a soundtrack: his laughter echoing through the house as he chatted with his brothers. I'd stop by my parents' place and there he’d be—on the phone, cracking up at some joke or story. His laughter was so contagious, I’d find myself laughing too, even without knowing why. After he hung up, he’d always share the best joke of the call and any family updates. It was a ritual—simple, jo yful, grounding. I’ve missed that sound more than I can sa

Where Do You Spend Most of Your Time? If you're like me, it's the workplace. And I’ve been incredibly fortunate to find what I lovingly call my mothership. For the past 20 years, I’ve worked in the same place, surrounded by a group of women who started as coworkers and evolved into chosen sisters. I’ve always been nerdy, goofy, and loud—and this place embraced all of it. The women I work with are some of the most intelligent, confident, and hilarious people I’ve ever known. T